AN: And we're back. Sorry for the delay folks but sadly my flash drive decided to take a swim in the neighbors pool and so all of the 6 already written chapters of this story were lost. :( I may have cried for days + lost all ability to even write so I hope that you can forgive me for keeping you waiting. I don't quite like how this chapter turned out but that's maybe because I like the old chapter 4 better. Anyway, this story brings progress + in the next chapter we'll have Santana + Quinn's official meeting. However you feel do please let me know, in the comments below. Here is Chapter 4. (So many rhymes, so little time.)
Chapter 4 - Goodbye New York, Hello Las Vegas
*Santana*
*flashback*
"I'm told that that was the last box," Rachel says walking back into the living room and surveying it for the last time, "I sure am going to miss this place."
"The perfect response to that should be, 'If it's any consolation I think that this place is going to miss you too' but I can't say that," your eyes surveying the room much like hers had done before resting on her, "You know, because good riddance."
"Santana c'mon, I thought we agreed that we would be nice to each other."
"This is me being nice to you."
"Look I'm sorry ok! How many more times do I have to say it? You have to know that if I could've done this differently and spared you any pain that I would of," her eyes pleading with you to believe her this once, "You do know that don't you?"
"You know up until now I hadn't realized how much I loved it when you did that."
"Loved it when I did what?"
"Lied," your words eliciting a scoff and a head shake, "Every time you do it I feel all warm and fuzzy inside."
"Fine. You know what, be that way," her feet lightly scuffing the hardwood floor as she says it, "If you want this war between us to continue, then it will continue."
"I didn't start this war Rachel, you did," your hands going up in frustration as you say it, "Did you really expect me to say goodbye and offer you a promise of friendship?"
"Is it so wrong of me to still want us to be friends?"
"Yes it is actually and you have seriously gone crazy if you think that after this we still can be."
"God, do you really hate me that much?"
"Could you really blame me if I did?"
"Santana I-"
"You lied to me for months Rachel. For months you let me think that everything was a-ok between us and every time that I asked you if we were ok, you said yes," she starts to say something but you put your hand up to stop her, "But no, I don't hate you. No matter how much I've tried to I can't but you should know that I do wish that I did."
Behind her the hot Manhattan day was beginning to turn into the cold Manhattan night and the symbolism couldn't be any more perfect. This truly was the end. No more fighting, no more arguing, no more Pezberry.
"Rachel," Kurt's voice sounds into the room, compounding the reality with his words, "It's done. We're ready to go whenever you are."
"Thank you Kurt." And the realization behind her eyes mirrors your own.
"Why don't you come over here and give me a hug before you do," you say removing your gaze from hers to address him, "This place and I are sure as hell going to miss having you around."
"Not more than how much I'm going to miss being around," he replies with a sad smile before wrapping you up in a tight hug, "Promise you won't forget me?"
"I wouldn't dream of it prancy smurf," you say through his chuckles as you hug him even tighter, "You're irreplaceable ok?"
"I better be," He says as the hug ends and you're hit with the beginnings of tears in his eyes, "I'm going to go wait in the car. See you around Santana."
"See you around Kurt." And it actually does hurt your heart to watch him leave.
Somehow it feels like you've broken up with him too.
"He hates me for the breakup you know," She responds as she picks her bag up from the couch, "And he refuses to be nice to Finn."
"Well if it makes you feel any better, so do all of my fans and half of all yours," your nonchalance surely grating on her nerves, "And your dads."
"You know I honestly never thought that we would end up this way," her hand reaching up to wipe the tear from her cheek, "I really hope that one day you could forgive me for this."
"Yeah me too."
"So I guess this means that I'm not your hero anymore huh?" her eyes pleading with you not to take that away from her too, "Now I'm more like the villain?"
"Oh no you'll always be my hero," each of your hands finding their solace in your jacket pockets, "That doesn't change even though you lost your mind."
*end flashback*
It all officially ended five days ago. It was with a heavy heart that you sat opposite Rachel in your lawyer Sue Sylvester's downtown office and signed on the dotted line that would render your union void. But it was with a clearer mind that you watched workers pile boxes upon boxes of your shared memories and carry them away to find refuge in her new home, a home that according to US Weekly she was now sharing with him. How delightful. Yeah it still sucked and maybe it would for a long time but you were actually feeling much better about the whole thing and so right now you were choosing not to be focused on that but to instead just focus on the music. You couldn't sleep and when it comes to you, Mercedes doesn't so that was the reason that at 5AM you were currently in the studio with her putting the finishing touches on your Eminem assisted track. You'd been doing a lot of writing for your as yet untitled new album and you wrote this track in particular after you had finally said goodbye to your relationship with Rachel. Mercedes thought that there was something missing and so you called him up and asked him to write you a verse. He thankfully obliged and so you dubbed this the part 2 to your earlier foray into music together. You're no fool. You know that everyone including Rachel was patiently waiting to hear what you had to say and so you planned to give them a whole lot to listen to.
"You ready to hear the finished product?" Mercedes asks through a mouthful of her coffee, "I really love the way that this turned out."
"Let's hear it then superstar," you reply from your place on the couch, "I'm ready whenever you are."
Verse1:
On the first page, of our story,
The future seemed so bright,
Then this thing turned out so evil,
I don't know why I'm still surprised.
Even angels have, their wicked schemes,
And you take that, to new extremes,
But you'll always be my hero,
Even though, you've lost your mind.
(Chorus)
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn,
Well that's alright because I like the way it hurts,
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry,
Well that's alright because I love the way you lie,
I love the way you lie,
Oh, I love the way you lie.
Verse2:
Now there's gravel, in our voices,
Glass is shattered from, the fight,
In this tug of war, you'll always win,
Even when I'm right.
Cause you feed me fables, from your head,
With violent words, and empty threats,
And it's sick that all these battles,
Are what keeps me satisfied.
(Chorus)
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn,
Well that's alright because I like the way it hurts,
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry,
Well that's alright because I love the way you lie,
I love the way you lie,
Oh, I love the way you lie.
(Bridge)
Oooohhh,
So maybe I'm, a masochist,
I try to run, but I don't wanna ever leave,
Till the walls, are going up,
In smoke with all, our memories.
(Rap Verse)
Its morning, you wake, a sun ray hits your face,
Smeared makeup as we lay in the wake of destruction, shh
Hush baby, speak softly, tell me you're awfully sorry,
That you pushed me into the coffee table last night, so I can push you off me.
Try and touch me, so I can scream at you not to touch me,
Run out the room and I'll follow you like a lost puppy,
Baby without you, I'm nothing, I'm so lost, hug me,
Then tell me how ugly I am, but that you'll always love me,
Then after that shove me, in the aftermath of the,
Destructive path that we're on, two psychopaths but we,
Know that no matter how many knives we put in each other's backs,
That we'll have each other's backs, cause we're that lucky,
Together we move mountains, let's not make mountains out of molehills,
You hit me twice, yeah but who's counting?
I may have hit you three times; I'm starting to lose count,
But together, we'll live forever; we found the youth fountain,
Our love is crazy, we're nuts but I refuse counselling,
This house is too huge; if you move out I'll burn all two thousand,
Square feet of into the ground, ain't shit you can do about it,
Cause with you I'm in my fucking mind, without you I'm out it.
(Chorus)
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn,
Well that's alright because I like the way it hurts,
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry,
Well that's alright because I love the way you lie,
I love the way you lie.
I love the way you lie.
I love the way you lie.
I love the way you lie.
(Song Ends)
"What do you think?" she asks mere seconds after the song finishes.
"I think that we've created magic yet again," your words eliciting a squeal from her, "But let's do a couple more tracks before we head to the label. I don't need or want John giving me any shit."
"Yeah that's cool, plus we also still have to finish the Miley one anyway."
"Oh right," you honestly had forgotten, "Do you still have the verses saved?"
"Yup."
"Well you go on ahead and start working on it and when you're ready for me to finish the vocals, just let me know."
"You got it." the last thing that she says before putting her headphones back in and leaving you once again to your thoughts.
Apart from the music, your focus had also been on the contract that Jesse and Sue were currently finishing up negotiations for on your behalf. You weren't 100% sold on the whole idea of packing up and moving cross country but maybe a change of scenery is exactly what you needed right now. Vegas had a lot to offer, especially on the beautiful women front and you'd be lying if you said that you weren't interested in a little female distraction. Mercedes was down for it because get this, she's never been to Las Vegas. Now you would think that being a multiple Grammy Award winning producer would allow her to get on a plane and jet over to Sin City if she ever felt like it but no, she quote, 'Hasn't had the time.' You couldn't roll your eyes hard enough at that emission especially because she'd found the time to visit with her boytoy's parents out in Kentucky of all places. Apparently she and Sam were that serious and so you wholeheartedly wished her well with that. Brittany was definitely on board because apparently she's always wanted to stay in Las Vegas for an extended period of time and Jake is all #TeamVegas too because his brother is actually somehow involved in all of this and he really would like them to be in the same place at the same time for awhile. (Now cueing your feelings.) Blaine and Sam were rooting for it too, because they quote, 'thought that the Vegas paparazzi were more respectful,' but you know that they were just saying that because they wanted to get you out of the city and away from all of its daily reminders and Marley, poor sweet Marley was just split between being #TeamWhatEverSantanaWantsToDo and #TeamCanWeGoToVegasPlease? You told them all to give you until 6AM today to make up your mind but as you glance at the clock on the wall that reads 5:55AM, you realize that you still don't have a resolution.
"Everything alright with you over there champ?" Mercedes questions as she reclines in her seat in front of the mix board, "You've been quiet for awhile."
"Yeah no I'm fine," you respond through a stretch as you get off the couch, "Just trying to sort through my thoughts is all."
"Thoughts about Vegas?"
"Not just about Vegas but about my life you know?" her eyes asking you to elaborate, "It's just that I never thought that I would be 26 and single but here I am, 26 and single."
"You're also 26, famous and disgustingly rich," you can't help but to agree with that, "And besides, there's nothing wrong with being 26 and single."
"Says the woman who's 27 and currently in a committed relationship."
"Ok you can take the point for that one," she responds through a chuckle, "But maybe that's a good thing."
"Maybe what's a good thing?"
"You being 26 and single duh."
"Ok no Mercedes I have needs," you divulge through a sip of her coffee, "So much so that I was tempted to call Dani last night."
"Did you?"
"No I called Brittany instead."
"Santana!" and she smacks your arm as she says it, "You didn't."
"Ow!" you say rubbing the spot, "What? She was down for it and it doesn't mean that we're getting back together or anything."
"Are you sure about that? I mean, we both know that she still loves you and you do still love her."
"Yes I do, of course I do but not like that and you know that," the raised eyebrow that she sends your way her only response, "I just wanted to wake up next to someone ok. That's all that was."
"Except you didn't wake up next to her."
"Ok, so maybe she fell asleep and I left before she woke up," she just shakes her head as you say it, "She knows where I am, I sent her a text."
"Unbelievable."
"It was just sex Mercedes."
"Maybe to you."
"Ok what is that supposed to mean?"
"It means that she loved you and even if you are clearly an asshat, she still does. I know that you're going through some shit but people are not pawns to be used babygirl, especially the people who would do anything for you. It may be just sex to you Santana but it will never be just sex to Brittany."
"Because with feelings it's better," you recall with a hollow feeling in your chest something that Brittany once said, "I shouldn't have slept with her huh?"
"Rhetorical."
"Wait a second, what the hell is an asshat?"
"You basically."
"I hate you," You respond through a chuckle, "So much."
"Yeah I love you too."
"Can I just hear the song now?" your head finding her shoulder as you sit next to her, "I need to be distracted from how much I suck."
"Oh honey," he says placing a kiss in your hair even as she cues it on her laptop, "You're going to need a bigger distraction."
"Knock knock," Marley says in greeting effectively stopping the music, "I come baring food to be eaten and contracts to be signed."
"Pancakes, yes!" your only response as she hands you the Denny's take out bag and you move to the couch, "I love you Marls, so so much."
"And do remember that in 2yrs time when you're officially $100 million dollars richer and I ask you for a raise," she responds placing the contract on the desk, "Someone must have really wanted you to say yes to this."
"$100 million dollars for 2 yrs?" Mercedes asks with staunch disbelief and you feel the same way.
"Now that's just ridiculous," The only thing that you can think to verbalise, "$100 million dollars? Are you serious?"
"Well the chick that owns all of the Goddess hotels is totes a billionaire so I mean what's $100 million dollars right?" she says taking a sip of her coffee, "And it's not like you're not already worth millions anyway so you know, the more the merrier."
"True that and baby girl you are worth every penny but I gotta say that I agree," Mercedes adds before refocusing on her laptop, "That is fucking ridiculous."
"Take a quick read of it and sign on the dotted line por favor," Marley says handing you a pen, "I got to get copies to both Sue and Jesse and one back to the hotel before 8 and it's already after 6."
"Did Sue make any changes to this?" you ask through a mouthful of pancakes.
"Rhetorical." Mercedes chimes in.
"Bite me wheezy."
The middle finger that she shows you her only response.
"Do you agree Marley?"
"Your entourage stays for free, they're giving you the entire top two floors and $100 million dollars, of course I agree."
"Well then I don't need to read it," you say as you sign them all, "I trust you and her and Jesse."
"You should because we're awesome and we love you and we all think that Vegas would be good for you," she responds before placing a kiss to your cheek, "Gotta run so enjoy your breakfast and I'll see you later."
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Mercedes asks as she joins you laptop in hand on the couch, "Like are you really sure?"
"No," you say with a shrug and a mouthful of bacon, "But I signed the contract so I'm going and you're going with me."
"Seriously superstar," her eyes holding yours, "Be real with me."
"I don't want to stay in New York anymore. Do you know how many houses I own in this city?"
"Four."
"Exactly but I can't stay in any of them. I need to get away and if I have to go on a non-moving tour for 2yrs just to do that then so be it. I just want to be happy again Mercedes and I feel like Vegas will do that for me so can you just roll with me on this? No questions?"
"Alright no questions but the moment that shit changes you tell me ok?"
"I'll even let you book us the tickets," You say as reassuringly as you can, "Now can we focus on the music please?"
"Yeah sure," she says through a sigh before indeed going back to the music, "I just laid the verses together but I feel like you'll need to re-record some parts."
"Ok but play it for me first. I want to hear it as it is."
"You got it."
(Beat Plays)
(Chorus)
Drive my heart into the night,
You could drop the keys off in the morning, (in the morning)
Cause I don't wanna leave home, without your love,
Without it.
Verse1:
You told me that you wanted this,
I told you it was all yours,
If you're done with it,
Then what'd you say forever for?
If forever's out the door,
I'll ignore, when you call.
(Chorus)
Drive my heart into the night, yeah
You could drop the keys off in the morning, (in the morning)
Cause I don't wanna leave home, without your love,
Without it.
(Beat Interlude + Vocals)
Verse2:
You told me you were coming back, right back,
Promised it was real, and I believed that,
But if I fall for it again, I would be a fool,
If our love is at the end, then why do I still want you? Yeah
But I guess I got no valentine,
Send me roses; I'll just let em die,
I was crazy thinking you were mine,
It was all just a lie.
(Chorus)
Drive my heart into the night,
You could drop the keys off in the morning,
Cause I don't wanna leave home, without your love,
Without it.
(Beat Change + Vocals)
(Bridge)
I always knew I never wanted this,
I never thought it could happen, (could happen)
You acted like you wanted this,
But then you led me on, (me on)
I thought you would be there when I go, (I go)
You promised you would be there when I go, (I go)
But all the broken promises, I won't miss, I'm finished,
All I know are the facts,
That when I look you in the eyes, All I see are the lies,
I've been there, done that.
(Beat Drops)
(Chorus)
Drive my heart into the night, yeah, yeah, yeah
You could drop the keys off in the morning, (in the morning)
Cause I don't wanna leave home, without your love,
Without it.
(Beat Fades)
"So what do you think?" she asks re-cueing it.
"I think that if she doesn't want it then I'll definitely keep it."
"Oh no trust me she'll want it,' she says as the beat starts to play again, "It's one of those bangerz."
*Quinn*
*Three Days Ago*
*Flashback Goddess: New York*
"Knock knock," Artie says walking into your hotel office, "Hey Quinn you got a minute?"
"I've always got a minute for you," you say in reply as you gesture at him to have a seat, "But I'm feeling generous today so I'll make it 10. What's up?"
"You? Randomly being generous? You got laid last night didn't you?" he asks taking a seat on your leather armchair, "And don't even try to deny it because I know that model left here at around 4."
"Did you come here to talk about my sex life?" your quirked eyebrow in full effect, "If so you're down to 9 minutes."
"No I didn't actually," his voice taking on a more serious tone, "Are you in a good mood or a bad mood?"
"Arthur," his body straightening at the inflection in your tone, "You now have exactly 8 minutes to tell me whatever it is that you came here to tell me."
"I could always just come back-"
"6 minutes."
"Justin Bieber is no longer available for the 2 yr residency at the hotel," his body tensing in preparation for your reaction, "He pulled out this morning."
"What do you mean he pulled out this morning?
"Given his recent behaviour his management doesn't think that sending a 20yr old to Las Vegas for 2yrs is such a good idea anymore."
"Didn't he already sign the contract?"
"He did but they gave us back the $50 million in full and because they pulled out before the show and not during, legally there's nothing we can do to hold him to it."
"Are you kidding me right now?" your thumb and index finger squeezing fruitlessly at the bridge of your nose, "3 weeks to go before the re-opening and we've lost our opener. Great. What else can go wrong?"
"You know it's funny that you just asked that," His hand loosens the tie around his neck, "Because we've lost the opener for the Grecian as well."
"Don't tell me that Puck booked Bieber to play the club too?"
"Unfortunately yes, yes he did."
"Well isn't that just fucking awesome."
"Quinn I know this sucks but-"
"Artie besides being one of my best friends you are also the HEAD of marketing for BOTH my clubs and my hotels," your eyes firmly locked onto the email from Kitty that you were currently reading, "I'm not interested in any apologies or I don't know how this could've happened talk. Just fix it and fix it now."
"Do you have anybody in mind?" his defeated sigh causing your anger to ease slightly. This isn't his fault.
"Look Artie I'm sorry this isn't your fault," your eyes connecting with his briefly before his phone distracts him, "I'm not mad at you, I'm just mad at the situation and you know how I get."
"No apologies necessary Quinn, I mean you are the boss," he replies distractedly eyes focused on whatever it is that he was reading, "It's not like this is the first time that I've been the recipient of your condescending tone anyway."
"And it won't be the last time either if you keep being a little bitch about it." your words bringing a smile to his lips.
"I hate you."
"Yeah I love you too."
"Whatever," he says as he stands and makes his way over to your mini fridge, "Did we re-stock on Gatorade?"
"Yeah but Kitty didn't get the purple ones because she knows that their Pucks favourite."
"She still hasn't forgiven him for the breakup?"
"Neither have I."
"Why not?" he asks holding up a pack of skittles and a pack of peanut M&M's, "Which one?"
"M&M's and because I like purple Gatorade too but now I've been reduced to either red or blue."
"And here I was thinking it was because of the obvious sexual tension whenever they're in the same room."
"That too but as long as they don't resolve it on ANY of my couches-"
"Even the ugly one in LA?" he interrupts through a mouthful of skittles.
"Any of my couches EXCEPT the ugly one in LA," you amend to his laughter, "Then I don't care."
"Neither me," he delivers through a shrug, "How about Justin Timberlake?"
"Can we get him this late?"
"Yeah but only if we offer him $75 million."
"How you figure that?"
"He's more lucrative and so he'll cost more," he says through a sip of his drink, "Plus our agreed float is $100 million so at least we're saving $25."
"True but I'm saying no. I just don't think that people would fly all the way out to Las Vegas to see him night after night," you say plopping down next to him on the couch, "How about Rihanna?"
"Her last album came out in 2012," he says like that should mean something, "We're in 2014."
"So? She's still Rihanna," you assert with your own shrug, "She's got 7 albums and what 8 Grammy's? I would pay to see her every night."
"You would also pay to do her every night so I'm saying no," his projectile skittle hitting you square in the forehead, "How about Beyonce?"
"You suck Abrams," your hands gingerly rubbing the spot, "And you act like I wouldn't pay to do Beyonce too."
"Touché," he says after almost choking on his Gatorade, "And she's on a world tour anyway so that's a no."
"Bruno too and Britney is already booked over at Planet Hollywood so I can't hit her one more time."
"You are awful," his laughter mixing with your own before, "How about Santana Lopez?"
And just like that all of time stops and so does your breathing for a while.
"I'm sorry what?"
"Yeah think about it. She's hot, she's doing the Super Bowl, she's a great singer, she's already working on new music and she's fresh off a breakup. The press of her coming here would be insane and let's be honest; a lot of people would fly to Vegas night after night to see her do her thing up onstage."
"Yeah, you're right they would."
You don't usually believe in signs but maybe the universe was trying to tell you something. The day after you had first laid eyes on her in the hotel lobby, you laid eyes on her again two days after in the hotel dining room. The black cocktail dress that she was wearing coupled with her flawless hair and makeup effectively turning all of the heads in the room as soon as she had walked in. You'd been having dinner with Sugar, Puck and Artie but their playful banter fell away as she looked in your direction. Sadly, she wasn't really looking in your direction. You just happened to be in the way of the blonde that she was looking at and you had never been so jealous of another human being in your entire life. After that, you actively avoided leaving your suite for fear that you'd see her again and also because Sugar had noticed where your eyes would roam over too every few minutes and hadn't stopped singing her songs around you and giving you knowing looks when you'd subconsciously start smiling and singing along too. You tried to get the taste of Santana Lopez out of your head by sleeping with that model chick but it hadn't worked. She was still there. No, you couldn't agree to give her the contract or should you? No you couldn't. If anyone ever checked your browser history they would be surprised surely at the amount of times that you'd Googled her in the past few days. Sugar had been right; you do want to know her but if only to figure out why you felt like you had too in the first place.
"I'm taking the faraway dreamy look on your face and your silence as a yes?" he asks a bit unsurely.
"Yes?" your dazed and totally incoherent reply. What the hell did he just say?
"It's settled then," he says standing abruptly and getting his phone out, "I'll get right on that."
"Wait Artie what-"
"Maybe she'll say yes right away if we offer her the whole $100 million," he rattles on while you try to re-focus, "Can I do that?"
"What about $100 million?" Which was supposed to be a question but to him it was clearly a statement.
"Thanks for the skittles and the Gatorade boss," his body already halfway to the door, "I'm off to get you Santana Lopez."
*end flashback*
"Hey Quinn!" Kitty's voice sounding throughout the hotel suite, "Where are you?"
"Bedroom!" your only response as you roll over to glance at the clock on the wall. What the hell does Kitty want at 8AM?
"I come baring word from the east," she says walking into your bedroom and unceremoniously dropping herself unto the bed beside you, "Winter is coming."
"What? Winter is-" you begin to question before the realization hits you, "You've been up all this time watching Game of Thrones again haven't you?"
"Kit Harrington is sexy as hell and I may be willing to switch teams for Emilia Clarke or Natalie Dormer, or Lena Heady. Whichever one comes first really."
"I'll be sure to mention that to them when I see them next," Your sarcasm causing her to send a glare your way, "You're getting better at that."
"Thank you. I have been working on trying to perfect my version of your 'bitch please' look."
"And good look with that," your sarcasm causing her to hit you with a pillow this time, "Ok, not that I don't love when we have sleepovers but why the hell did you wake me up at 8AM when I went to bed at 6?"
"I woke you up because Santana Lopez will be here in a week and we've got to start prepping," her phone showing you the email confirmation from Artie, "I already ordered the stage and the lights that her people asked for in the contract but Puck is going to need you to sign off on everything else before I can continue."
"So you and Noah are speaking now?" you ask to distract yourself from the way that her words make you feel, "So much for thinking that hell would never thaw."
"I am only speaking to him because I have too so don't go get all emotional and start planning our wedding," her shoes hitting the floor as she makes herself more comfortable, "I'm a professional."
"Yeah you're certainly something," you respond distractedly as you continue reading, "And tell him that I say yes to everything. It's whatever she wants."
"Can I deal with it in a couple hours?" your comforter now securely tucked under her chin, "I'm beat and we have an entire week to prepare for the queen before she gets here anyway."
"The queen?" your quirked eyebrow in full effect, "I didn't know you were fan."
"Oh shut up," her hands sneaking out to steal her phone away from you, "Not all of us are as obvious about our love for her like you are."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Uh huh."
Your phone chooses that exact moment to buzz and the text from Sugar that you receive immediately piques your interest.
Sugar: Are you up? Check my twitter. J
You: Barely and why?
Sugar: Just do it!
You: Fine.
You should've just gone back to bed. There's a picture of Sugar with Santana along with the accompanying tweet.
SugarMotta21: Hey QuinnFabrayCEO guess who I just met TheGoddessNYC ? Only our favorite artist EVER SantanaLopez ! Why are you in Vegas? NYC misses you. #ComeBack
You're about to reply to Sugar's text mainly just to inform her of how much she sucked right now before a notification signals that you have a new mention and you lose all ability to do anything else but stare at the words on the screen.
SantanaLopez: SugarMotta21 QuinnFabrayCEO TheGoddessNYC favorite artist EVER? WOW. I'm honored, thank you.
And the subsequent notification:
Santana Lopez followed you.
Songs used:
Rihanna ft Eminem - Love The Way You Lie (Part2)
Miley Cyrus - Drive
Disclaimer: All credit to the singers/songwriters/producers of these songs and to the creators of these characters. The use of them are strictly for entertainment purposes only.